Focus

If I try to reason with what's in front of me I'll only be confronted with obscenity. It all comes into focus The minute you relax your eyes. I am sometimes sentimental for the past I've been known to put my life under glass. It all comes into focus The trick really is not to try. Don't try to make sense using the wrong lens Light too dim for reading my(?) Just try to relax Accept as a fact The images inside your eye

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